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The man had hands of steel. He would never need a paddle or a hairbrush to ensure she felt the evidence of his displeasure for a day or two. The very idea the thought of being with him even occurred to her, much less didn’t disgust or terrify her, was unsettling in the extreme. How she could be even considering any kind of future with Noah Taylor while he delivered a thorough and harsh spanking was distressing.
Zara would never be able to tell if it was the spanking or her own thoughts that finally broke through her wall of silent endurance. She could feel Noah’s determination to break her to his will but was determined to emerge on the other side of this spanking with her pride and dignity intact while he seemed intent on ensuring he was the victor in this contest of wills.
“Have it your way, Zara,” he said as he increased the strength behind the swats he was cascading all over her backside.
“Noah, please!” she cried as at last, the tears began to fall.
“You will behave,” he said as he continued to hold her close as he laid into her.
“Yes!”
She wasn’t sure how long it took for her mind to register, he had ceased spanking her and was gently rubbing her backside, but she was grateful as she tried to catch her breath. She sighed. Noah ran his hand between her legs, which seemed to open for his touch of their own accord, and she moaned in pleasure. It had been far too long since any man had stroked her there.
“Good girl,” he soothed as he traced the wet outer lips of her pussy with his finger before tickling the entrance to her core and slipping inside.
Zara shook her head—partially to say no, but also to try to clear away the sensual spell he was weaving around her. She squirmed on his lap and became acutely aware of being pressed against his cock as it throbbed beneath her.
“Enough, Zara. Behave yourself,” he said with an edge of command.
When she continued to wriggle and try to avoid his touch, he removed his finger, and she breathed a sigh of relief, only to yelp when he swatted her bruised backside twice more.
“I said enough.”
He waited until she relaxed over his lap, then began to fondle her again. This time, he bypassed her pussy and found her clit. She knew he would correctly interpret her sharp intake of breath as acquiescence to his touch. He tugged and played with her swollen nub until the stirrings of her first climax began. Her body tingled throughout, and she breathed in shallow pants. Zara was sure he was well aware of the telltale signs of her impending orgasm.
“Good girl. Come for me,” he encouraged her.
“No,” she said, biting her lip to try to stave off coming at his command while draped over his lap.
“You obey me, Zara. Come. We both know you’re going to come when I tell you and as often as I tell you. You keep fighting, and I’ll go back to spanking. Is that what you want?”
“No,” she cried in distress.
“Then yield to me and come.”
He intensified playing with her clit, which became even more engorged as her wet response pooled at the entrance to her core. Zara couldn’t believe she was losing control this way. Her body was responding of its own accord. She cried out as he caressed her intimately and succumbed to the need to come as he had ordered. Instead of letting her be or allowing her to rise, he moved his hand back to her slit before inserting two fingers where he had once had a single digit. He scissored them, then stroked the floor of her being with strong and sure movements.
Zara could feel herself capitulating. Not only could she not regulate her own responses, but she no longer had the will to do so.
“Come again for me, sweetheart. I’ve never much been into orgasm denial. I find forced orgasms so much more enjoyable, satisfying, and effective.”
Zara closed her eyes and let it happen. She came quietly but urgently, rubbing her swollen nub against the rough texture of his denim-clad leg. Her pussy trembled and pulsed, telling them both she wanted and needed more. Her sheath clamped down on his fingers, even though what she really wanted was to feel the strong stroking of his large, hard cock before he spilled himself inside her. He trailed his wet fingers up from her sheath until he reached the dark rosette that resided in the cleft of her ass. Gently, he slipped his finger past the ring of tight muscle. She was surprised when it yielded and didn’t offer more resistance to his intrusion, surrendering easily… perhaps even greedily.
“No, please, Noah.”
She thought the only way she might persuade him not to take her there was if she admitted she needed to feel him mount her and fuck her pussy into oblivion. Stroking her back channel, he was gentle, and the sensations he was causing were not totally unpleasant. What surprised her was, even though not being directly pleasured, her pussy responded to his ministrations and began to pulse.
“I’ve found using a woman’s bottom hole can greatly increase her ability to behave and to do as she’s told. Do you want me to stop?”
“Yes. No. Please. I don’t know,” she said, her words catching as her shame at enjoying his touch in that forbidden place threatened to overwhelm her. Damian had never touched her there.
“Would you rather get up on your knees on the bed and present your pussy to me to fuck?”
“Yes,” she whispered, surrendering.
She silently vowed to fight him another day. Right now, she wanted nothing more than to feel him inside her, plowing her from behind and pleasuring them both. All of her nerve endings were alight with desire, everything intensifying as her senses were wide open. Noah removed his finger and released her legs, and she remained in place. Taking off his shirt, he wiped his hand clean on it, then tossed it into the corner of the small room.
“That’s my good girl. You stay where I put you until I tell you otherwise.” He offered her his hand. “Up you get and offer yourself to me.”
